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lily evans

“Damn right,” she replied, nodding her head. Lily shrugged her shoulders, then — not out of humility or insecurity, just because she felt there was MORE that could be done. She wasn’t good with situations where she had little to no power. Remus’ lycanthropy was something she had no control over. “I’m glad it does. And luckily, we’re not going anywhere — you’ll have to deal with us for the rest of our lives.” A promise she knew she and the others might not be able to keep, with the way things were, but she didn’t try to dwell on that. “Er — yeah, I’ll try and refrain. I do trust you, always. What is it? Something wrong?”

Remus wasn’t particularly keen on this conversation. He hated that he had to have it at all. He wanted to run with the boys, after all. They made this curse of his something bearable, made the time of the month was once painful and traumatizing something he not only could survive but something a small part of him looked forward to. And he was going to put all of that in jeopardy because Dumbledore had asked him too. Remus hated him for it, a little bit. But he owed the man. And it was something he could do that no one else could. So he steadied himself and took a breath. “ No, no, nothing’s – wrong.” He cleared his throat. “The boys are going to be cross with me tonight. I know it’s not fair of me to ask, you being with James and all, but I just need someone on my side with this. I want – “ he paused screwing up his courage “ – I need to run without them tonight.”

#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ | lily oo2.#ᴛɪᴍᴇsᴛᴀᴍᴘ | 7 june - 14 june 1979

lily evans

“I do know, actually. Saint of swearwords and red hair,” she quipped. A small smile curled her lips, before she nodded her head. “Of course. I never say no to tea.” Lily soon followed him to the kitchen, backpack in her hand before she dropped it on the kitchen table. She fished out a vial of her potion for Remus, as well as some biscuits. “I’m glad. Wish I could do more, though.” She leaned against the fridge, biting her lip slightly, wondering what it was, wondering how Remus was, truly. It was getting harder to know people were felling, these days. Lily despised it. “Anything. What is it?”

“And care packages and potions,” he added with a slight grin, pulling two mugs from the cupboard and pulling out the tea leaves. He wasn’t great when it came to potions or cooking but tea he could do. “You do a lot,” he urged, leaning against the counter while he waited for the water to boil. “Seriously, Lil. I can’t tell you how much you being here helps. You and the boys.” He looked down as he said that last, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s about the boys, actually. But — “ he cleared his throat. “ — I need you to just — not ask any questions. I need you to trust me on this one. Please?”

#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ | lily oo2.#ᴛɪᴍᴇsᴛᴀᴍᴘ | 7 june - 14 june 1979

lily evans‌

Lily’s backpack was filled to the brim with comfort foods and other distractions — some shitty VHS tapes, comic books and puzzles. There wasn’t much she could do when the full moon was approaching, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to do anything. She gave Remus a soft smile when he opened the door, nodded at his words. “I don’t need you to be. If you want to be all grouchy grandpa, be my guest.” She came in, planted a small kiss on his cheek. “I brought a lot of crisps and chocolate. I also brewed a painkilling potion.” Dropping her bag, she looked at him. “Your wish is my command, Lupes. I’m at your service.”

His grin was small as she kissed his cheek, it took a lot of energy for him to grin at all. He coudln’t help it, though. It was nice to have someone around who wasn’t angry with him. Though he had no guarantee that she’d stay that way. “You’re a saint, y’know that, right?” he went to the kitchen, putting on a kettle as he found that even Lily’s painkilling potions went down a bit better with tea. “Do you want a cup?” he called, expecting her to join him in their small kitchen. “You just being here is enough, Lils,” he said with half a smile. “Though — I might need you to do something for me?”

#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ | lily oo2.#ᴛɪᴍᴇsᴛᴀᴍᴘ | 7 june - 14 june 1979

SIRIUS BLACK‌

It was a full moon that night. To most people, that fact meant nothing. Unless you happened to be one of those people that believed in the lunar effect. To Sirius, it meant another night of running through the Forbidden Forest. The night air filling his lungs, the crunch of leaves under padded feet, and the moon casting a magical glow on the forest–this was the moments that made the Icarian feel that much more ALIVE. But, more importantly, it brought him a sense of peace when it came to the person that they were all out there for. It was a relief for him to be able to keep an eye on Remus as he went through his actual lunar effect. Which was, perhaps, why he was concerned that his friend was nowhere to be found on the day of. After going over to Remus and Peter’s flat, he headed to the Leaky Cauldron where Peter told him that he would be. It didn’t take long for him to spot him, sitting there with an obvious exhaustion gripping at his bones. That was the part that he’d always hated the most–seeing his friend go through all the pain that came with the curse. If he could, he would take that away from him in a second.

The male slid into the booth that he sat in without bothering to ask for an invitation. The irritated words that Remus spoke slid easily off his back. Sirius easily acted as if they weren’t even said, “ Got the whole night off for tonight. “ Typically, Sirius worked late into the night at the Three Broomsticks. It was a job that seemed to work well with his erratic sleeping patterns. He tilted his head towards Remus then, “ We’re still on, I’m assuming. “ It wasn’t a statement as much as a question. Given his friend’s disappearance, Sirius couldn’t help but to be a little concerned.

It was a stupid hope, he was well aware but Remus was hoping he wouldn’t run into James or Sirius before he snuck off for the night. It would be bad enough sneaking off on Peter, telling him he was popping to the shop for something — he hadn’t even thought that out yet. But lying to James and Sirius? He HATED it. He hated every time he had to do it. Usually when he met with the packs, it wasn’t at the moon. He told them, the other wolves, that he preferred to run alone, that he had his own set up for the night. They didn’t pry, everyone afflicted with this curse dealt with it differently. Or they hadn’t been prying. This particular pack leader, though, he was paranoid. And he’d started to close ranks to keep Remus out since the younger man seemed so transient. So he’d agreed to run with them this month. He’d regretted it the moment the words were out of his mouth. But he’d said it. And now, one the most important night of the month, he had to somehow get the three people he loved most in the world to leave him alone.

You couldn’t blame him for hoping he could just sneak off and deal with it later.

He wasn’t going to be that lucky though, and despite how bad he knew it was about to be, he couldn’t help but grin ( exhausted though the grin was ) when it was Sirius sitting across from him. “ Nah, “ he said with a teasing edge to his voice. “ I decided to skip the whole werewolf thing this month. There’s a Doctor Who marathon on telly I was planning to watch. “

#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ | sirius oo1.#ᴛɪᴍᴇsᴛᴀᴍᴘ | 7 june - 14 june 1979

WHEN : 11 june 1979 WHERE : diagon alley, coming out of the apothecary WHO : @bcnjvmins

Remus didn’t make a habit of going out the day after the moon. His whole body ached from the night before and he felt so exhausted he could easily sleep through the day. He usually kept a supply of pain potions on hand, something to help ease his body after the trauma of forcefully changing from one form to another twice in eight hours. He mixed them in his tea, longing to be numb. Of course, with everything going on, he’d forgotten to check his stock this month. And god did he hurt. His mind raced with all of the things that could cause that pain, wondering what he’d done the night before. Usually he didn’t wonder, one of the boys could tell him. But the Marauders weren’t the boys he’d run with the night before and that just added to his bad mood. He just wanted to get to the apothecary and get home so he could brew something for the pain, quick and dirty and not nearly as good as what Lily could have made, and escape into oblivion. His focus, because of this, was elsewhere as he left the shop, running headlong into a body moving with purpose down the street. Ingredients flew everywhere and Remus groaned. “Could you watch where your bloody going?” he grumbled under his breath, more irritable than on an normal day, before looking at who it was he’d bumped into. And paling a little bit. “Fenwick - ah - Benjy. Shit. Sorry.”

#thread | benjy oo1.#timestam | 7 june - 14 june 1979.

lily evans‌

A soft chuckle left her lips. “Well, if you want something else to drink, it’s on me, yeah? I’d kind of like to see you bouncing around your place, though.” Lily was glad to see Remus removing the Prophet from the table, eyes now able to focus on his face a little easier, Benjy’s picture and the words surrounding it no longer lingering in the corner of her eye.

“Yeah, yeah. I am. I just — it’s easier to get worked up about something that is an issue but … less directly so, I suppose?” Teeth buried themselves in her lip, and she scratched at something stuck on the table. Her worries about the Ministry and the role they had and would play in the war were massive. She was distrustful of them in general, but when it came to the Death Eaters, the war? She was more than skeptical. She was fucking angry. “It’s terrifying, if I’m honest, that they’re not doing much to fight this war, but are doing this to the people who are doing something. I mean, it’s angering too and completely wrong, but it’s mostly … it’s just scary.” Mind jumped to James and Sirius, her stomach twisting a little bit. “I know. We’ll just have to — I don’t know, remember that there’s TWO ENEMIES now, I guess. It’s fucked. I can’t believe that James works for them.”

He returned the light laugh, grinning at Lily. “Come to the flat one night, I’ll make us coffee and we’ll spend the whole night up. You can annoy Pete with me.” And maybe for a night things would feel normal, maybe for a moment they could forget all the crazy and things could be like they used to be. He could hope, couldn’t he?

He nodded in agreement, he could see where she was coming from. “A headline is a headline, they have to sell papers at the end of the day. Even if we don’t like how they do it. The Ministry, though, they’re the ones meant to be doing something good.” Lily was angry and he understood that. A small part of him was too. But more than angry he was scared and worried. He regretted mentioning his worry, though, regretted mentioning the boys when he saw it in her face. Her stomach twisting at the thought of it being James in Benjy’s place. “You don’t think they’d — I mean James and Sirius — they wouldn’t do something that stupid, right? Pick a fight in the open like that?” Even as he asked it, he knew the answer. He was just hoping Lily would tell him he was crazy. That he had nothing to worry about. Not that it would change anything if she did. Remus was reasonably sure if he ever stopped worrying, it would be because he’d died.

#fdr #ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ | lily oo1.#ᴛɪᴍᴇsᴛᴀᴍᴘ | 29 may - 4 june 1979.

mary macdonald‌

it was few and far between in terms of visitors who’d made it past the threshold of mary’s flat. she liked the seclusion that came without guests, the solace in which she could stew over her own thoughts in peace. however, it seemed as though others didn’t seem to feel the same way. “ ––– remus?” her voice echoes throughout the kitchen as she lets out a heaving sigh. in no state for company, hands quickly collide with emptied bottles, a momentary lapse in judgement before she reaches for her broom to quicken the process of cleaning. “ just gimme a second ––– “ hands run through matted hair, a night spent too late as the bags beneath her eyes become more and more prominent with each day.

“ i told ya, you shouldn’t be wastin’ your money on me. “ her gaze shoots towards remus’ full hands as she opens the door, shaking her head. the thought of it made her heart fall into her stomach. she’d fallen for so long that she’d forgotten that along the way, it’d seemed, that she’d begun to allow others to fall with her. remus was just the latest of her casualties. how was it that she could have such things done for her, plaster a forced smile upon her face and still not feel a thing ? “ c’mon , i think i got some tea ‘round here somewhere.” she reliefs the boy of some bags before side stepping into her flat, dimmed lighting and the ever present smell of ingredients scattered throughout. “ promise me this is the last time, ya got that kid? “

This wasn’t the first time Remus had been greeted this way by Mary. It didn’t deter him, it wasn’t something he took personally. Well, not usually and not anymore. He’d worried in the beginning that he’d been pushing too hard, that he was overstepping. And maybe he was, he’d simply decided that the risk was worth it to make sure that she was alright.

“I’m not,” he said with a smirk as she opened the door. His voice was sincere as he made his ay into the flat. “I’m wasting Sirius’ money. Last time was James’.” It wasn’t entirely true. The part where James and Sirius tried to help by loaning him some galleons when he was between jobs, that was true, but he adamantly refused that money as often as he could. He didn’t mind spending what he did have on Mary, though. If that was hypocritical, he was doing a good job ignoring it. “If you don’t, there’s tea in – this bag,” he paused to find it in one of the bags in his arms, pulling it out with a flourish once he’d set them down on the table. “I didn’t promise last time, what makes you think I will this time?” He flashed a grin at her, influenced by years as James Potter’s best friend, and began unpacking the groceries as if he was in his own flat. “How have you been?”

#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ | mary oo1.

WHEN : 10 june 1979 WHERE : remus and peter’s flat WHO : @mudbloodt

If he heard knocking on that door one more time today, he was going to scream. Or, more accurately, he was going to make a mental note to scream in two days time when his head didn’t hurt so much and the pounding had stopped. This time, however, he’d already been up. He was on his way back from the bathroom and it was an easy enough detour to the door. He pulled it open, leaning on it heavily and at least attempting a smile when he saw Lily framed in the doorway. “You know I’m not going to be the best of company today.” His voice was tired and scratchy from disuse, stepping back anyway so she could come in.

#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ | lily oo2.#ᴛɪᴍᴇsᴛᴀᴍᴘ | 7 june - 14 june 1979

WHEN : 10 june 1979 WHERE : remus and peter’s flat WHO : @antlcrs

He was laying face down on the couch, his features pressed into a pillow like an honest to god cartoon character. He didn’t care, though. He lacked the energy to roll over. Or the incentive. It wasn’t like that was going to lessen the pain. The day before the moon was nearly as terrible as the night itself. More so, in some ways, since once the transformation was done Remus didn’t feel any pain at all. He didn’t feel anything. He was the wolf then and he had a respite from - well - everything. War and fighting and prejudice and spying. Sometimes he wished he could actually remember the nights well enough to enjoy the escape. Instead, he got the short end of the deal. The pain and the sickness warning him the moon was coming. The pain of changing from a man to a wolf. And then the hangover the next day.

He’d have called out of work, if he had a job. Which is why he didn’t. Have a job, that is. No one really cared for all the callouts. Luckily, he’d never been employed anywhere long enough that they noticed the pattern of the sick days. He groaned when he heard the knock on the door. “Come in if you can, otherwise go away.” He and Peter had wards on the place with only the other Marauders and Lily keyed in. It seemed prudent, given the current climate. And helpful now since those were the only people he was even willing to see.

#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ | james oo1.#ᴛɪᴍᴇsᴛᴀᴍᴘ | 7 june - 14 june 1979

WHEN : 10 June 1979; the night of the full moon WHERE : The Leaky Cauldron WHO : ( open )

His head was pounding. He could hear it in his ears, he felt it behind his eyes. His hands felt shaky, like he hadn’t eaten that day. Which, in his hands’ defense, he hadn’t; but only because his stomach was threatening to eject whatever he put into it. The smell of cooking food as he entered the Leaky Cauldron was enough to make his stomach roil. If it weren’t for the fact that he’d promised Peter he’d pick up dinner, he’d turn on his heel and go right back out. It would be a pointless endeavor, though. If Pete wasn’t the one to make sure he ate before the moon, it would be James or Sirius or Lily. So here he was, leaning on both forearms at a table in the corner, waiting for his order to be ready

He felt, rather than saw, someone sit down across from him and he barely bothered to lift his head before he groaned. “Did you need something?”

#ᴛɪᴍᴇsᴛᴀᴍᴘ | 7 june - 14 june 1979 #FIRST FULL MOON Y'ALL #yb:starter

dorcasjanemeadowes‌:

it seemed as good a day as any to be jumpy by any means. the article that had been spreading like wildfire throughout the wizarding community elicited a response, whether positive or negative depending on the person. as she found herself still stumbling over her own words, she knew that she and remus fell onto the same side of things as far as where they stood, and about who benjy was. “good— no need to cause anymore commotion than we already have.” she paused again, finding her words lifted with a shy smile. taking a seat as he offered, dorcas’ grin faltered still, as she glanced to the paper, biting the inside of her lower lip in response. “you and i both.” she uttered, trying her best to keep her mind off the situation. “i guess the whole bravery trait of gryffindors skipped us.”

He pulled out his wand, making the puddle of tea disappear with a flick of his wrist. He grinned at her as she sat, glad now that she here that she was. Remus had a lot of friends but Dorcas was by far the most even keeled, the one with whom things always felt steady. “Oh I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “I like to think the measure of true bravery is a little more involved than whether or not you get startled when someone shows up out of nowhere.” He saw her smile falter as she caught sight of the paper and he pushed it still further into his bag until it was out of sight and, hopefully, out of mind. “I take it you saw the paper this morning, then?”

#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ | dorcas oo1.#ᴛɪᴍᴇsᴛᴀᴍᴘ | 29 may - 4 june 1979.

WHERE: mary’s place WHEN: 1 june 1979 WHO: @marysmacdvnald

Remus liked to grocery shop. He usually went to a muggle market, somewhere no one knew him and he wasn’t likely to run into anyone he knew. It was a sort of meditation for him, a quick escape from whatever was going on so that he could think or get his head on straight. Or, in today’s case, pretend like everything was normal and nothing was as fucked up as he knew it was. There were no were wolf packs in the market, no Death Eaters or Ministry officials. The headlines on the papers were blissfully distant, the chances of the face of someone he loved gracing them was slim to none.

So in order to prolong his time at the shops, he often picked things up for any friends who needed something. And in the absence of that, he did Mary’s shopping so he’d be assured for at least a week that she had real adult food in the house.

He was juggling three bags when he got to her door, using his foot to knock as his hands were otherwise occupied. “Mary, um, I hope your home or I’m going to drop all your groceries and mine in this hallway.”

#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ | mary oo1.#ᴛɪᴍᴇsᴛᴀᴍᴘ | 29 may - 4 june 1979.

luan flint‌ :

If only, Luan thinks, lazily walking his index and middle fingers along the counter in a futile search of an available seat — IF ONLY there were better endeavours on this ungodly and soulless hour than nursing a hangover in a busy fucking diner.

He doesn’t know who these people are and what are they all doing awake. He doesn’t want to know. Instead, Luan kindly steers clear: nobody needs to deal with his groggy sleep-deprivation at 6am, even if he does disagree with their lifestyle choices. Through the rows, past the bar, meandering between people blocking the path — he almost makes it, except —

Except there’s a deafening, okay — DEAFENING explosion of sounds right next to him, supposedly in return to him humming some annoyingly catchy song from Felix Felicis under his breath.

“Lupin, no.” All Luan has in him is to bend over immediately in a dramatic display of exhaustion, putting both forearms on the table to support the entirety of his tired, tired upper body. He can’t believe this, but in retrospect it’s more luck than woe: at least this isn’t some stranger or an unfriendly face — and thus obviously, he invites himself over by sliding into the opposite side of the booth.

“Whatcha hidin’ there, PORN? At six in the morning? In a diner? Remus—” Luan lets out a yawn, covering his mouth with one hand and shamelessly moving the half-spilt coffee towards himself with the other. “—You wild beast.”

Remus certainly wasn’t expecting Luan Flint to be the person who slid into the booth across from him, though it had been his humming that had startled the coffee out of his cup and onto the table in front of him. He didn’t know Luan well, mostly from either seeing him coming and going from Order headquarters every once in a while or – more often – from the nights Sirius dragged him to the cabaret Luan worked at.

He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the older man out and about though – and certainly not when the sun was on the way up and not on the way down. From the look on Luan’s face, it wasn’t a common occurrence.

“No what? You’re the one in the busy diner, mate.” He smirked a little bit, recognizing a hang over when he saw one, thanks again to Sirius. At his next words though, he snorted but couldn’t help the blush creeping into his cheeks as he shoved the Prophet even further into his bag.

“Could you keep it down Flint? Just because you’re a walking den of degradation doesn’t mean I need people to believe I am.” He smirked as he said it, sarcasm thick in his voice as he watched his coffee be stolen.

#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ | luan oo1.#ᴛɪᴍᴇsᴛᴀᴍᴘ | 29 may - 4 june 1979.

andromeda tonks :

Andromeda had just finished her night shift, and had decided to stop by a café to buy some food to bring home. Also, coffee. Which was necessary if she wanted to spend some time with Nymphadora before the small girl left for school. And before she, herself, crashed. She had just picked up the coffee and some scones when she noticed a familiar face a few tables away. A friend of her cousin’s, who she would probably not have recognized if she didn’t have such a good memory. Thinking it would be rude to simply ignore him, she walked over to the table, and barely had the time to say “hi” before the other knocked his coffee over. Startled, Andromeda took a step back, before frowning at the way Remus acted.

“Are you okay?” she inquired; her desperate need to help others coming up to the surface. She might not have known the other very well, but from what she did know, he was a good person, and seemed way too rattled this early in the morning. Having noticed him quickly hide something, Andromeda guessed it had to do with that, but didn’t pry into it. She enjoyed people staying out of her business, and liked returning the favour.

“Here,” she said as she took some of the napkins she had gotten with her things and started to help him mop up the mess.

"Yeah, I’m fine, fine,” he assured, grinning up at her as he started cleaning up the spilled coffee. It took him half a second to register the familiar face, her features so similar to Sirius marking her as a cousin in his mind. The smile and warmth in her face marked her as Andromeda, the only member of Sirius’ family that Remus had any patience for. He took the napkins gratefully from her hands, using them to finish sopping up the mess he’d made. “I’m just a little jumpy, I guess. Probably shouldn’t have been drinking coffee in the first place. Not before a job interview.”

He looked at the table now, and the pile of wet napkins he’d accumulated. Sheepishly, he piled them on top of the small plate that had once hosted a scone. “You’re welcome to sit, if you want,” he said, gesturing to the seat across from him. “It’s rush hour in here, finding a table took me almost fifteen minutes.”

#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ | andromeda oo1.#ᴛɪᴍᴇsᴛᴀᴍᴘ | 29 may - 4 june 1979.

lily evans :

“Are you sure? I’m getting something anyway, and I’d hate for you to end up staring longingly at my glorious cappuccino.” Eyes traveled over the menu as she tried to decide what to get — her appetite was pretty absent, her anger overshadowing it. In the end, she did offer a coffee and sandwich, eyes falling on Remus, letting him know that it’d be okay if he did want something to drink, after all. She just hoped he wasn’t saying no to be polite.

Eyes fell on the Prophet cover and Lily felt another bout of rage surge through her. That fucking picture. “It’s bad journalism, that’s what it is. I’m kind of used to it at this point, but seeing the Prophet is like the biggest news source we have … it’s terrible.” She sighed deeply, waving at the paper. “If they say that Death Eaters are bad, they’ll condemn at least half of the ministry and they seem set on pleasing them,” she said, tone dry and annoyed. “It’s just … horrible, what they wrote. Feigning neutrality while obviously not being neutral, not even mentioning the fact that a Death Eater might’ve slipped past the Aurors when Fenwick –” She talked about him as he was a stranger when he was not, of course. “– was arrested. They’re so corrupt.”

"I’m sure,” he said with a chuckle. “One cup of coffee is enough for me anyway. Any more and I’ll be bouncing off the walls all night. Peter won’t thank you for that.” He followed her eyes to the paper and he pulled it off the table, sliding it into his bag. They didn’t need the reminder, they both seemed to have the picture well burned into their minds.

“It’s biased, for sure.” But the Prophet wasn’t what worried him mostly. He let her go on with her rant, of the two of them, she had a bigger stake in the reporting of the issue - being a reporter herself for the WWN. “But aren’t you more worried – I mean – I’m more worried about what it means for the Ministry. The article is corrupt, sure, and it paints Benjy in a real bad way but if half of what it says about the arrest are true – “ he shook his head. “They’re not even looking for the other man, not even whispering that he could have been a Death Eater.” He looked around and lowered his voice, leaning forward so he could nearly whisper. “What if it had been Sirius or James. Neither of them have particularly cool tempers.”

#ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ | lily oo1.#ᴛɪᴍᴇsᴛᴀᴍᴘ | 29 may - 4 june 1979.

CHALLENGE #1 — character sheet

NAME : remus john lupin NICKNAMES : moony, remy AGE : nineteen BIRTHDAY : 10 march 1979 PLACE OF RESIDENCE : a flat in london he shares with Peter Pettigrew PRONOUNS : he/him SEXUAL ORIENTATION : demisexual

#yb:challenge #ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴇs ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪs | self.

marauders apartment aesthetic

remus john lupin (ft. @wormy-peterr)

#ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴇs ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪs | self.#ᴡᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ғᴀɪʟ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ | peter.

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